It's Almost Thanksgiving!!

Over the river and thru the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Thru the white and drifted snow, oh!

Over the river and thru the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and thru the wood,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bell ring,
"Ting-a-ling-ling!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day-ay!

Over the river and thru the wood,
Trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood --
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

A practically perfect holiday is practically upon us. All the family and food and football,,and no presents required. Cool weather,,cool enough for the fireplace! Mallory home in her bed where she belongs and no jerk off profs can get to her. Maggie crashed in a small ball on the couch,,a tangle of curls and furry blanket and kittens. Beast huddled at my feet. Hot pumpkin spice coffee in my Thanksgiving mug. Life is just good. Today is cooking day. Two pies, homemade rolls, turkey cut out cookies, puppy chow, stuffing. I get to play domestic Mom today. Wheee fun. My one day off this week,,that's right,,the only day I have off until Monday,,and I'm going to spend it cooking and cleaning and doing laundry and working in the yard. I asked for this,,right? I did and I'll happily do all of the chores. It's Thanksgiving! Given the nature of the holiday I tend to look back over the year and remind myself of the things I'm truly appreciative of this time of year. There is the "usual" list. My girls. My family. Our collective health. My friends. This year brought some new additions to the list. No hurricanes in Austin. A new surrogate daughter,,Elke. A fabulous dancing partner,,Fred. House FULL of cats. Brilliant legal fiends. A glorious house. Peace of mind. A smishy soft bed that waits for me every night. Life is full,,life is good. Now if the 'Horns can just beat the Aggies and head on to Houston and then Pasadena,,,well life would be close to perfect ya know?

Round One,,,,Martha

The supreme moronic asshole chorist was dismissed with a nod and a turn of my back. He was deemed not worthy of being acknowledged any further. The other attendees got something quite different than they expected I think. This mom doesn't play bobble head and just nod and go along with whatever drivel is spilling forth from the mouth of someone consumed with self importance and an overblown opinion of their own self worth and value to mankind. They think Mallory needs counseling to help her deal with her hypersensitivity and the difficulties she has with authority figures, people in power and "jerks". Their word choice. My word choice,,,,bullshit. Mallory doesn't need counseling. Mallory doesn't have problems or difficulties with authority figures or jerks. Hell I'm a bigger jerk than anyone on that campus has dreamed of being and she does just fine with me. Mallory doesn't need counseling. They need a lawyer. Better make it a good one. This should be fun.

For the record,,I've never in my life been prouder to be a mother than I was today. I have a really really cool kid. Two of em in fact. Really cool.

Reading: The Guide to Being a Sooner
Listening to: Hosanna,,,Mallory will understand why

I'm Going In

Grandpappy told my pappy
Back in my day, son
A man had to answer
For the wicked thing he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree
Round up all of them bad boys
And hang 'em high in the street
For all the people to see

And justice is the one thing
You should always find
You gotta saddle up your boys
You gotta draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles
We'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back
At the local saloon

We'll raises up our glasses
Against evil forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses!"

The posse is armed and ready to ride. Dress for battle. Tis a fine day to die Smac. A fine day. Should I take a fine Chianti? Whiskey for my men? What does one serve with Supreme Moronic Asshole Chorist on a platter? Martharitas? The asshole has made my daughter cry one time too many. Today I'm going in. Drawing the hard line. He knows not what awaits him. With a smile on my face and glee in my heart I'm going to crucify, annihilate, demoralize verbally castrate and unleash my particular version of hell on this cruel pompous egocentric arrogant predatory idiot. Time to ride.

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Wine,,,the drink of choice for Stepford Wives and asshole lawyers and women stuck on the wrong list with a job that is draining the lifeblood from her soul,,wine,,my companion tonite. Tis a shame I'm a two glass only kinda girl. I'm working this weekend. Again. Still. I need a break. I'm going to break. Two of my kitties found a new home tonite. Brian and Cricket are gone. That leaves 8. Getting to a semi manageable number. The two slut sisters,,Ian and Preston the tabby twins,,The Marshmallows,,Bevo and Zack. I can almost live with this number. I'm pretty much attached to them all by now. They sleep with me. They share my coffee in the early morning. They provide much needed companionship.

My soul hurts. It's lonely. I miss Mike. I need three days sleep. I go back to work tomorrow. Three days on the floor and then,,,then I can relax and actually take my two days off. I might turn the phones off and hibernate. Find a rock to slide under. Hope life is better for you all. I'm headed down and out.

Reading; nothing,,nada,,no interest in anything right now
Listening to; Bridge Over Troubled Water,,,Lean on Me,,,the demons in my soul yapping and yapping about how they told me so,,,